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FOREST AND STREAM 
January, 1922 
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TAXIDERMY 
AKROTAN TANNING SALTS, EASY HOME 
tanning method ; tans bear, coon, muskrat, etc. 
Large package by mail for $1. Portage Labora- 
tory, Akron, Ohio. 
BIG HORN ROCKY MOUNTAIN SHEEP 
heads. Two rare, newly mounted, for sale. Abso- 
lutely perfect in every way. Reference. Edwin 
Uixon, Ta-xidermist, Unionville, Ontario. 
FOR SALE— MOOSE HEAD, MOUNTED, 
by Crosby Frisian Fur Co., 34 points, 47 inches, 
symmetrical, $150. James Mederer, 520 Woodland 
Ave., Warren, Ohio. 
FOR SALE— NEWLY MOUNTED, RARE 
Rocky Mountain mule deer heads of particular 
beauty. Also woodland caribon heads, newly 
niounted. Edwin Dixon, Taxidermist, Unionville, 
Ontario. 
HEADS, ANIMALS, BIRDS AND FISH 
mounted ; skins tanned and made into rugs or 
ladies’ furs. Game heads, fur rugs, etc., for sale. 
List. Paper head forms for deer, elk, moose; open 
mouth heads for rugs ; scalps for mounting. All 
taxidermist supplies. M. J. Hofmann, 9S9 Gates 
Ave., Brooklyn, N. Y. 
MOOSE, ELK, ROCKY MOUNTAIN SHEEP 
and mule, deer heads, sets of horns, for sale for 
mounting; scalps to mount the horns you now 
have. Boxed, baled or crated to go cheaply by 
express anywhere in L^. S. A. under special gov- 
ernment permit guaranteeing delivery. Edwin 
Dixon, Taxidermist, Unionville, Ontario. 
YOU CAN TAN YOUR OWN FURS AND 
skins. You can make rugs and robes, lined or 
unlined, with mounted heads, open-mouth finish. 
You will be successful at this money-making work 
from your first attempt. My formulas and com- 
jilete instructions are only $3, postpaid, duty free. 
Edwin Dixon, Taxidermist, Unionville, Ontario. 
WE MAKE PAPIER FORMS FOR DEER 
heads and rug heads. We buy animal teeth, wolf, 
fox, coon, badger and bear teeth. Papier Mache 
Specialties Co., Reading, Mich. 
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astonishing. When we returned to the 
wagon Uncle Billy had picked up the 
dead goose which had been shot through 
the head and instantly killed, and he 
announced it to be eighty-nine long paces 
from the wagon to the dead bird. 
Climbing into the wagon we followed 
the direction the flock had taken and 
one by one picked up the dead and 
crippled geese until we had eleven ; five 
of them being the big ash-colored geese 
that I never have been able to classify 
to my satisfaction. We did not gather 
all we had seen fall, for some of them 
had “skulked” and hidden in the grass. 
Then we headed for home, rej'oicing at 
the turn in our luck tempered with regret 
that we could not have gotten a little 
closer and made a record shot. 
W E reached Mr. Scott’s just at sun- 
down and hurried down to the 
marsh for the evening shooting, and our 
luck still held good, for Andy and Uncle 
Billy had a good shot at a big flock of 
“wavies” and brought down five, while 
I knocked down a pair of Canadas from 
a flock that passed over me after dark, 
and I had a hard time finding them. We 
also killed several mallards and spoon- 
bills. This lucky shot at “wavies” put 
us in great good humor, for they were 
the first we had secured and made six 
varieties of geese we had killed in Kan- 
sas. It also made eighteen geese for the 
day; not a bad ending from such a poor 
beginning. 
As we trudged to the house with our 
big backloads of game, we were as happy 
as kids. Mrs. Scott had a bountiful hot 
supper prepared for us and the inroads 
we made in it would have filled a dys- 
peptic with horror. When we had fully 
satisfied the inner man, Andy, Uncle 
Billy and Mr. Scott burned a little in- 
cense to the goose-shooters’ gods, while 
we fought our battles over again, and 
we were particularly loud in our praise 
of Mr. Scott for his masterly driving to 
the geese. 
After our exposure to the bracing 
north wind all day, the genial warmth 
of the stove soon set our eyes to “blink- 
in’,” so we went to bed, and as Andy 
stretched out luxuriously and pulled the 
covers up to his chin he said, “Say, 
Neil, this certainly beats sleeping in a 
hay stack.” 
VV7E were around early the next morn- 
’ ’ ing, for this was our last shooting 
day. It had been quite cold in the night 
and the ground was white with frost. 
A fringe of ice skirted the shore of the 
lake, but this quickly disappeared after 
the sun rose. In looking around Mc- 
Pherson we had found a half dozen 
mallard decoys, which we had brought 
with us, and Mr. Scott said they were 
the first he had ever seen used at the 
sloughs. Just off from a little point in 
the shore of the lake these decoys were 
placed and Uncle Billy and Andy made 
a blind while I hurried on to my canvas- 
back pond, getting fixed there shortly 
after sunrise. The cold snap had brought 
on a new flight, many of them being 
green-winged teal and spoonbills. 
The shooting was splendid, just steady 
enough to keep one on edge all the time, 
and the bunch of ducks beside me stead- 
ily grew. I shot well with one excep- 
tion. A large flock of spoonbills came , 
directly over me at just the right dis- 
tance and I never killed a duck with the 
first barrel, and one lone drake with the 
second, a beautiful specimen in full i 
plumage. We killed a number of these: 
very handsome birds, and I think for ' 
beauty they rank very close to the drake 
wood-duck. There was a big flight of i 
winter yellow-legs, and I killed a num-; 
ber of them. I also shot for inspection, ; 
from a passing flock, a specimen of thatj 
peculiar connecting link between the' 
snipe and duck family, an AVocet, with i 
the bill and body of a snipe and the 
webbed feet of a duck. The canvas-backs 
were still in evidence, and I killed a > 
goodly number of them with a sprinkling , 
of mallards and bluebills. Many a fine 
day’s sport have I had with the ducks, 
but seldom one like this. When I take 
into consideration the surroundings and ) 
case and comfort of the shooting, surely ) 
it had earned the distinction of the “Red i 
Letter.” j 
Late in the afternoon I started for the I 
house with my big string of game, liter- 
ally “loaded to the guards.” I do not 
recall the exact number, but it was a i 
mixed string to be proud of and nighty 
heavy, and I had shot away all my shells ■; 
but two, which were in my gun. As I 
made my weary way along the shore of ! 
the lake a big cock “chicken” burst from ' 
the grass before me and sailed awaj^ likerj 
a meadow lark. How I did it I cannot 
tell, but I dropped that big string of . 
ducks from my gun barrels and instinc- 
tively put up the gun and blazed away 
and missed. Pulling myself together, I - 
took deliberate sight with my second 
barrel and killed him clean at a very 
long distance. II 
As I walked out to pick him up I 
figuratively patted myself on the back 
ahd felt pretty well satisfied with my- 
self. When I reached my companion’s 
blind I found they had gone to the house, 
but as they had been to windward of me 
I had heard the faint booming of their ! 
guns all day and 'inferred they had en-- 
joyed good luck also. ! 
Just at the point where I was to leave 
the lake I saw ahead of me a duck feed- . 
ing in the rushes near the shore. As 1 1| 
arrived opposite I saw it was a female 
gadwall. It was about thirty yards away j 
and paid no attention to me whatever. , 
I dropped my string of game again and 
searched all my pockets for a shell, and 
at last found one, but it had already 
been snapped. Taking aim at the duck I 
snapped it again and again, and it would 
not explode. There I stood in plain view - 
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